844. Long upon the mountains, weary

1 Long upon the mountains, weary;
Have the scattered flock been torn;
Dark the desert paths, and dreary;
Grievous trials have they borne.
Now the gathering call is sounding,
Solemn in its warning voice;
Union, faith, and love, abounding,
Bid the little flock rejoice.

2 Now the light of truth they're seeking,
In its onward track pursue;
All the ten commandments keeping,
They are holy, just, and true.
On the words of life they're feeding,
Precious to their taste, so sweet;
All their Master's precepts heeding,
Bowing humbly at his feet.

3 In that world of light and beauty,
In that golden city fair,
Soon its pearly gates they'll enter,
And of all its glories share.
There, divine the soul's expansions;
Free from sin, and death, and pain;
Tears will never dim those mansions
Where the saints immortal reign.

4 Soon He comes! with clouds descending;
All his saints, entombed, arise;
The redeemed, in anthems blending,
Shout their victory through the skies.
O, we long for thine appearing;
Come, O Saviour, quickly come!
Blessed hope! our spirits cheering,
Take my ransomed children home.

Text Information
First Line: Long upon the mountains, weary
Author: Annie R. Smith
Publication Date: 1886
Topic: Waiting for Christ: Closing Work
Tune Information
Name: GREENVILLE
Composer: Jean Jacques Rousseau
Meter: 8s & 7s, D
Key: F Major or modal
Notes: Alternate tunes: #501, 503, or 412.



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